Cult Of Luna - Owlwood Live

Текст песни

Fear roams throughout this land
Where no man dare tread
Dark shapes protect the one, not bound by laws of flesh
Days of isolation. Regret dominates
Unwilling to face what waits outside
When lights are gone, woodland comes alive
Fire is born in their eyes
Ghost of this age. What the creek take
From a wretched state rose the willing